wayward caprices

it pays to be busy!!

this is the tag i have been sporting on my gtalk since the last few days. to the result? none what so ever!!! how am i busy? good question! jinkys!! i got no answer. i am reading "ancestor's tale" by dawkins, but thats not being busy. i am paying profs a few visits, got a new set of glasses, been blogging quite often (god save my poor readers!!!)..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand..............and nothing..
whoa..n i still call myself busy???!!! someone teach me English!!!

101 F chest congestion..

sounds more like asl on net rather than my health condition!!! this has been my woeful situation since the past few days and i ve been out painting the town red, sans an ounce of trepidation. ma's pulling her hair off, dad's twirling his moustache and me? i aint bothered at all!!! fever rocks..especially when its accompanied by golgappe from sweet india every evening!

of princesses and pigs!

this one is on special request. human psychology has t that an individual feels the need to be craved for by his/her loved ones. and once the craving starts, there is an increasing requirement of being pursued and subsequent displays of attention seeking gimmicks. now, all this chutzpah is fine and acceptable when it comes to the female establishment, but when the guys start displaying all this nonsensical attitude, the answer is simple - "to hell with you"
especially when such cheek comes from pigs to princesses. :P

a tale of a few tresses..

cabbage, feather, laser, V, step, layered, U, blunt, flat with fluffs and modern (lakme prefers to call it advanced) these are a few voyages my curled tresses wanted to venture on. i have been contemplating on this since the last two years and made a few advancves in that direction too. but the results were disastrous. first time, lakme lost power owing my entry into their saloon for a feather cut. next time, it was do up. the lady dint know what she was doing with my hair - i said cabbage. she concluded step.result: i lost my temper and they lost their customer. third time was blue moon's turn. i entered and exited coz they dint have modern on their menu.
so there..
bottom line : pa concluded that long curly hair is a superb asset and i am sticking to it! dads are awesome :D

jill jill jiga...jill jill jiga..

uff...this song has been persistently going in my mind since the last few days. so much so that i was caught in class with it ( mind u- not humming it, but with my hand dancing for it in an imitation of rap). it has got a great beat real good lyrics. and we girls decided to sing it as our group song this year. cool!!

new pet??!!!

it was there when i entered the washroom last week. i tried neglecting it, coz it was tiny. i thought it would go away. it has been there all week long, and now it has carved out a niche for itself there. actually, woven its web. a creepy eight legged. i hate creepies. but this one seems to be there all the time. first, i thought it was a "he". yesterday, i decided it is a "she". coz i see it is preggy. i am christening it "spinny". welcome to the family! (aaj hum chaar se paanch ho gaye)!!

just not my day...

god must have had a Machiavellian sense of humor today. for heaven's sake, i've never been through 24 hours in my life that were this shitty. i had a proverbial "iron leg" today, not counting the three near accident experiences. and worse, i lost my game against pa!!!
7 26 n i get to reiterate my fate to a lifeless blank monitor with no pals to hear my grievances. n the travesty is, i have umpteen number of missed calls on my mobile!!! uff!!!
it's just as the saying goes... "every dog has its day"...today just wasn't mine. :(

what do i want?

three days ago, if asked, i would have a perfect answer to this question. i had everything i wanted from life, listed out with surprising lucidity. and that was exactly when things started going topsy turvy with me, till i banked at a levee of fate, where i no more have an idea about what is happening with me. it is really surprising to see how just 2 days of unplanned activity can create chaos. now i see havoc pullulating from all the directions. and i realize woe begone, that i have practically no reigns of control.

god save me!!

back to pavilion..

more than 2 months since i blogged...
i realized tht pretty late n now, i am back to reclaim my..uhm...blog (?!!) [not that someone snatched or stole it from me]..
n now..as i sit down in front of me keyboard...i realize i have nothing to speak on.
me..the articulative maniac..me..the most verbose humanoid...
n i have nothing to say..
what is the world coming to?
will there be a day in the near future, when i become reticent, humble n pragmatic?
a nuclear war is a better prospect!!!
god save the world..
amen!

perverse strings..

no strings...lots of frills..
this is what i am looking for..so y is there a dearth in the male establishment to satisfy this meager of requirements..???
i mean for all practical purposes..what i am asking for is the barest of the bare minimums..

intelligence
looks
attitude
well read bookish knowledge
bucks
wit
humor
sensitivity
smartness
sincerity
trust
honesty
some sarcasm
a dimpled cheek
most probably a cleft
awesome biceps
a bulging purse
a phd(preferably)
some style
a gourmand knowledge
love for mythology
belief in palmistry...
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punctuality
writing skills
lucid articulation
n ofcourse,...loads of love for me

see...the list is so short..(dont mind those dots in the middle...google guys objected the addition of tht matter thr..they thot i was gobbling up a lot of space)..

why isnt thr a mr. prince charming around???!!!

god save me!!!